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I waive ownership rights to any original characters created by me, for this crossover, if the original creator(s) of either of the two aforementioned manga wish to use them. However if said event occurs, I humbly ask to be consulted first.
Though frankly, if either author even so much as acknowledges this story exists, I think I might die from shock.
This story is rated M for violence, coarse language, and mild innuendo. Reader discretion is advised.
Chapter 2: White Stone / Black Sleeves.
After the brief pursuit of the would-be purse snatcher was ended on the soles of Ichigo's shoes, both groups found themselves detained temporarily by airport security. Fortunately for the anxious tourists, the astounding number of witnesses, coupled with security tapes cleared them of any wrongdoing in short order, and they were swiftly sent on their way. It didn't take long for both groups to make their introductions, and soon after they were chatting amongst themselves as they made their way towards the white limousine that awaited them.
As it turned out, Kurumu's prediction that there would be more than enough room was completely correct. Even with all eleven people inside the vehicle, there felt like there was considerable room left over. The inside of the limousine was dominated by plush materials, made of gray leather and soft white cloths. It was dimly lit on the inside, with faint blue lights coming from rows of LED strips placed snugly beneath the long rows of seats that sat along the left, right, and back flanks of the vehicle.
Taking the back side of the limousine's interior was the Aono group, who sat in a counterclockwise order of Yukari, Koji, Kasumi, Kurumu, Tsukune, Moka, and Mizore, with Tsukune sitting approximately at twelve o clock. Next to Yukari was Yuzu and Karin, in that order, and next to Mizore was Ichigo, then Isshin. The two groups had relieved themselves of most of their bags, which now sat in the limousine's trunk, with the exception of Isshin's excessive number of parcels, which sat idly in a pile on the empty seat beside him.
Traffic was slow near the airport that evening, due in large part to the built up crowd that formed to gawk at the antics of Tsukune and his not-quite girlfriends. Now, tempers rose high amidst the motorists as people sought a quick release from the hustle and bustle of the airport to the peaceful serenity of the Hawaiian night. To the Kurosakis, the Aonos, and the assorted girls who'd decided to tag along, events were rolling along at a much calmer pace as they came to know the strangers they'd be spending the next ten days with.
"You're from Karakura, then?" Kasumi asked, her warm smile fixed on Isshin as the conversation rolled on, to which Isshin nodded in reply.
"I run the Kurosaki clinic in town," Isshin affirmed, beaming with pride at the mention of his little doctors office, "we perform all sorts of medical procedures there. We can do just about anything, except for major surgery."
"That must be hard, running a private practice all by yourself?" Koji asked, intrigued by the fact that the man who'd come across as nothing more than a silly oaf when he'd first laid eyes upon him was, in actuality, a skilled physician.
"It can be, but it's nothing we can't handle, right Yuzu, Karin?" Isshin declared, casting a smooth grin at his two daughters. In their own polar opposite ways, Karin simply rolled her eyes, while Yuzu nodded her head happily in reply.
Ichigo, who'd been quiet the whole time, simply kept his disinterested gaze fixed on the traffic as it continued to inch along.
"What about your son their, how old is he?" Koji asked, his attention turning slightly towards Ichigo.
"Oh him, he's fifteen, turning sixteen in a few months," Isshin answered, with a dismissive wave of his hand, "a little younger than your son, if I recall."
"Isn't it great, Ichigo?" Yuzu exclaimed lightheartedly, smiling at her brother, "we were worried you wouldn't have anyone your age to play with on the trip, and now look at all the people you'll have around you!"
If it hadn't been his little sister, Ichigo might have said something snide about getting to 'play with' Tsukune and his stable, but decided it was better for everyone to just let the comment pass with a simple nod. The way he kept the company of several girls reminded him of Mizuiro, which by itself wasn't a bad thing. Yet, there was something he couldn't place about these young people that put him off. Judging by the fact that he was mostly behaving himself while in their company, Ichigo wondered if his father's instincts weren't spinning a similar tale.
Besides, when it came down to it, Ichigo really didn't feel that comfortable hanging around with guy who had three women fawning over him, and fighting for his affection. Nor did he feel entirely comfortable about being sat next to the attractive girl in the two piece swimsuit, but after dealing with the likes of Yoruichi, Rangiku, and Nel in her adult form, this minor level of awkwardness was easy to cope with.
From the perspective of Tsukune's said not-quite girlfriends, Ichigo presented them with a potential problem. He was a human, and he was their age. If they were lucky, he'd want nothing to do with any of them and stick to his family. Yet if he turned out to be an outgoing person, they'd have to be careful with what they said and did for the duration of the trip. None of them, save perhaps Mizore, wanted to deliberately offend him to the point where he would outright avoid them. After all, doing so would definitely upset Tsukune. Just the same though, it would have been much more convenient to the girls if he simply disappeared.
At least, that was what everyone but Yukari thought. The immodest eleven year old witch, to her credit, simply didn't care one way or another if Ichigo, or anyone else for that matter, was there. She'd long since recovered from her crippling fear of the human world the last time they left the Academy on vacation, and this time, she was bound and determined to enjoy herself in every way possible. If that meant they'd have another third wheel tagging along (because to Yukari, everyone but Moka and Tsukune were third wheels), then she'd just turn him into a tire swing. Literally.
"I can't wait to go to the beach!" Yukari cried out happily, her arms raised above her head as she stretched lazily, one eye closed as she eyed Ichigo with the other, "you know, you might just be able to help me out!"
Regarding her curiously, Ichigo raised an eyebrow in interest. Taking that as consent to keep talking, Yukari explained, "You see, I have a plan to isolate Tsukune and Moka on a secluded beach at some point during the trip. If you could keep milk jugs and Popsicle stick busy while I seduced Tsukune into having a threesome with Moka and me, I would really appreciate it!"
Ichigo, along with everyone else in the car, stared in shock at the small girl, mouths agape in horror at what Yukari just said. Everyone except Yuzu Kurosaki, that is. Her confused question a few seconds later simply made everything that much worse.
"What's a threesome?"
The rest of the limousine ride went much more quietly. Tsukune somehow managed to prevent a family crisis, while Isshin sent Yuzu and Karin to sit next to Ichigo, placing himself between the perverted little girl and his own daughters like a shield. For Ichigo, nothing that he'd experienced from those playfully immodest women like Yoruichi could have prepared him for dealing with words like that from a child. More than once during the ride, he'd wished he was back in Hueco Mundo, fighting hollows in a desperate battle. That was pure, that was familiar; he could handle that. Yukari's mouth... not so much.
It took about an hour, thanks to traffic, to get to their destination. Their hotel was a series of large buildings on the Waikiki Beach, each over twenty stories tall. They were set up in slightly misshapen L pattern, with the largest of the buildings on the bottom far corner of the property, near the oceanfront. Glowing orange lights illuminated the courtyards between buildings, which was dominated by several tall palm trees and various fountains that shot thin tendrils of water up into the air in a never ending, graceful dance. All of the amenities one would expect from a high class resort were to be found somewhere within plain sight on the grounds. Spaces for popular sports amongst the rich and famous, like tennis and basketball courts, were obvious and easily accessible, while several swimming pools could be spotted clear from the valet.
All in all, together with it's almost honeycombed architecture of windows, balconies, and pristine white concrete, it was more or less a paragon of western-styled luxury. It was here that they would be staying for the next ten days, on a trip that was probably worth more money than what Isshin made in a year's profit. Whoever he called in Soul Society to get this trip was damn good.
Dinner went just as quickly as their ride to the hotel – that is, it wasn't quick at all, though the meal itself was superb. They were served in an outdoor dining room, only a few dozen yards away from the ocean, under a canopy of thatched wood and palm leaves. Their food was simple but delicious. Their first course was an appetizer called lomi salmon, a dish that combines raw salmon chopped into cubes, with fresh tomato, Maui onions, and crushed ice, served in a porcelain bowl. Their entree was a dish called laulau, consisting of steamed seasoned beef, wrapped in large green leaves, with a side of macaroni salad. For desert, they were all treated to an array of candied fruits, served atop a dollop of french vanilla ice cream.
Needless to say, by the end, nobody was left hungry.
What made the meal tedious for them was the man from the tour agency. Together they discussed, down to the finest detail, what they'd be doing during their vacation. To the amazement of everyone, it seemed like there was an endless gauntlet of activities that they were expected to partake in. Scuba diving, surfing, rock climbing, and even things as simple as shopping were booked into their routine. Their time was budgeted into such a carefully crafted and precise schedule that, if they wanted to see everything, they'd have to abide to it rigidly. More than one person sitting at the table had thought to themselves that it all seemed rather exhausting, but none of them were about to speak up about it. After all, it was free, and if they really didn't want to, they didn't actually have to do anything according to the schedule, save for the time of their eventual departure from the island.
When the meal ended, they were escorted to their rooms. It seemed for a while that the Aono group would have to share their lodgings between the seven of them, but after hearing Kasumi's complaints, Kurumu made swift work of the situation with some subtle uses of her allure ability, earning the four stowaways their own set of rooms for the stay. It was a sudden shift that did not go unnoticed by either of the two Kurosaki men, who mutually decided not to discuss it until Yuzu and Karin had gone to bed.
Both families found themselves staying in penthouse suites on the top floor of the main building at the hotel. More apartments than hotel rooms, the large accommodations were both strikingly modern and trendy. Wide, transparent glass windows dominated the entire eastern side of the suite, their command of the eastern wall broken only by a few columns made of white marble that ran from the light gray carpet of the floor to the smooth whitewashed hardwood of the ceiling. The four bed, four bath suite was laid out in such a way that all of the rooms connected to a single, central living room that was roughly oval in shape. The living room contained a large circular coffee table made of mahogany, flanked by several wooden arm chairs with plush, red cushioned seats. Along the eastern side of the room was a large flat screen television, with a complimentary sound system that was probably as expensive as it looked.
Each bedroom was about the same as the others. A raised, queen sized bed held court over a majority of the room, its burgundy blankets forming a pleasant contrast from the rest of the clean, almost sterile white that made up the lot of the rooms. A nightstand with lamp sat next to each bed, and a smaller flat panel television sit suspended from the wall opposite the bed, with it's remote control in plain sight on the opposing headboard. A set of drawers were apparent under the bed's raised platform, eager and ready to accept whatever items the occupant had to place in them.
Naturally, Isshin found it just about impossible to fit all of his stuff inside, but he managed. Somehow.
It hadn't been long before Yuzu and Karin found themselves asleep in their big, comfortable beds, and Isshin and Ichigo were left alone. Together, they stared out into the ocean from their penthouse window, as the surf broke and splashed against the beach beneath the moonlight. For several moments, they were silent. In the end, it was Ichigo who broke the quiet still, his eyes ever fixed upon the churning sea below.
"There's something strange about those girls," Ichigo said in a matter-of-fact way, "It's almost as if they're-"
"More than human," Isshin said bluntly, taking the words out of his son's mouth. Ichigo could only nod in affirmation. His father with a serious expression was still as off putting this time as any other time he'd seen it before, "I sensed something odd about them long before I saw any of them, so I was suspicious, but it wasn't until the blue haired one convinced the owner to give them all their own rooms for free that I felt anything substantial."
"Do you think they could be aware humans, like Chad or Inoue?" Ichigo asked, his head turning to regard his father.
"I doubt it, their spiritual pressure is composed in a way I've never seen before," Isshin answered towards the mirror, shaking his head no, "If I had to venture a guess, I'd say they were souls from a very remote part of Soul Society in a few gigais, or some exotic kind of mod-souls, like Kon."
"What do you suppose they want?" Ichigo asked, his old, characteristic scowl forming onto his face, causing Isshin to glance towards his son.
"Who knows, maybe they really are just here on vacation?" He surmised, a small thread of a grin forming on his lips, "either way, they're nothing to worry about. If it comes down to it, they wont be a threat for very long."
"I guess not," Ichigo said, his face relaxing back into it's bored, almost sad look as he turned back towards the window.
"Don't worry about it, Ichigo!" Isshin said, his silly demeanor returning as the tense moment passed, "you should be more focused on how you're going to steal away one of those beauties from that Tsukune kid! Because if anyone in this world needs a girlfriend, it's you!"
"Gee, thanks old man," Ichigo muttered, glaring at his father as he turned away and started towards his bedroom, half slamming the door and disappearing from sight. With his words of encouragement only serving to upset his son, Isshin couldn't help but sigh in defeat.
"I just don't know what to do with him right now, Masaki."